El galeón español [English translation]

I was remembering by the sea,

on a warm sunny afternoon,

the story that my grandfather used to tell

about that old Spanish galleon.

I can see it,

an imposing sail,

its main mast towards the sky,

at the helm, its brave captain

drunk with saltpeter and rum.

(Chorus)

The Spanish galleon arrived,

leaving a wake in the sea,

its flag flying in the air,

a lone silhouette,

your world must be conquered.

Now many years have gone by

since that stormy day that it docked,

and you can still see

its compass balancing,

its main mast towards the sky.

Now that the voice of my grandfather

is no longer here on this warm sunny afternoon,

his beating heart is still felt

in the old Spanish galleon.

(Chorus)

• Artist:La Sonora Palacios